Water, Is Taught By Thirst


Water, is taught by thirst.
Land—by the Oceans passed.
Transport—by throe—
Peace—by its battles told—
Love, by Memorial Mold—
Birds, by the Snow.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (12)

Indeed, dust to dust is a must and we shall all accord to death. An insightful philosophical poem, well articulated and nicely penned in beautiful diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Robert.
Very nice. I especially enjoyed these lines: a silhouette Of the somber procession upon the hill Backlit by a tired sun— The busy insects will Eat what is left, the scuttling carnivores, Nature’s vacuum cleaners
Truly, death will take us away one day towards a new beginning with new thoughts and new Endurance Loved reading the poem
At all. Maybe we will be like the egg in the nest in the crook of a branch Of an expansive tree. Laying there in our nooks waiting to hatch again To be filled with new thoughts, like the river’s changing gown, We will become again something we never before were. A very beautiful poem expressing your expectations from death. Excellent work.
Brilliant! ! ! I Now images of Persona flicker before my inner eye :)
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